Song for the Paddlers:
(tune: Row, row, row your boat)
Row, row, row your boat
Along the 613
This is where the oil will spill
That we guarantee.
Sell, sell, sell the oil
As quickly as you can
Forget the future of our kids
And devastated land.
No, no, no you can’t
Deny that it is true
Tarsands oil’s the dirtiest kind
Increasing CO2.
Row, row, row your boat
Through the oil and muck
Leaking from the rusty pipes
Covering every duck …
We’ll be out of luck …
Doesn’t that just suck!